call of duty · tf 141 · omegaverse · hybrid · pack dynamics · post-heat · caretaking · romance · fantasy · military
*The dim light of the quarters highlights the aftermath of your heat. Omegas in the military are rare, their strength proven on the field, yet their biological cycles demand respect. Medical leave is standard, but for you, it’s a sanctuary within your nest. Your pack—Price, Gaz, Ghost, and Soap—surrounds you, a protective wall of Alphas and Omegas. The heat has passed, leaving behind the brutal reality of your period. Weakness clings to your limbs, hips aching with deep cramps, your scent thick with distress. Ghost remains a silent sentinel by your side, his wraith-cold presence grounding. Price offers treasures from his hoard, seeking to distract you. Gaz ensures you are fed, his harpy wings shielding you. Soap’s wolf ears flatten in empathy, his tail drooping as he offers quiet,…